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t smelled of stale coffee and aging fabrics. She had a glass cupboard filled with ancient, furry toys. They didn't look like they were meant to be played with, however. There was an impression of fragility and decorative purpose. I asked her about them when I was around five years old, and she brought me home for a treat after playing and riding the ferris wheel in the park. The treat was some kind of thick cake mostly comprised of ingredients I couldn't recognize with a big layer of whipped cream on the top. She gave me a piece that was huge for my at the time standards, while gazing at me with a senile, loving look. I didn't like it at all, but was hungry and too polite to mention it, fortunately. What I realize now is, she had put outstanding effort into making it. There were no friendly neighbors, family or old friends. It's easy to imagine her trying again and again to get the recipe right, throwing buckets of material away while fighting to overcome agonizing waves of frustration, just so she could please me. Having finished my treat, I went to the living room with her. She sat down to rest some more, but I was running on endless reserves of childish energy. Her apartment interested me. It greatly differed from anything in my narrow scope of experience. everything inside was so, so old. The carpet, table, sofas, chairs, table mats, walls, everything was paling into neutral tones leaking an aura of inertia. Inside the bathroom, yellow stains and calcium were on every surface that ever came in contact with moisture. There was only one large window inside her living room. It looked upon a yard that was on the inside of the city block, walled out by other buildings which all shared a specific look of insufficiently mended deterioration, and almost completely overgrown by resilient city vegetation. Sharp, crumbling gray stone showed on the side of the building and on all areas of the ground not covered in dark green plants.Everything looked like it hadn't been moved since it was first placed. She had a huge collection of childrens magazines, most of which I would say were over 45 years old. ▄he smell of old, yellow paper was magnificent. To get access to them, I had to ask very specifically. They were held in a wooden box high on a shelf in her room. She would get very upset if I damaged any of them. I'm glad that that happened only once. After running through every room in her home, I stood in front of the cabinet I mentioned earlier. All the objects inside looked eerie. T█ere was a dog, carved out of a single piece of wood with fur glued on to various places. It's eyes were made of black and white circu▌ar fabric, as was the protruding tongue. Next to it was the upper body of a viking mounted on a thin pedestal,  fashioned in a similar style. It had a red smile, googlier eyes and a large black helmet. A nu▄ber of tiny porcelain cats made in a simplistic ma▄ner, white with only pale bl▀e or brown stripes as decoration. These ▬hings left the str█ngest impression▬ and the rest I can bare█▀ remember. I asked her if those were toys and if I could pl▐y with them, only to s e her █ace barely twitch and g█a▄ely ▌rown ▄n s▐con▀s. "I.█. I w█s only jo▄ing██."▬
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TYPE SLASH Q TO QUEUE A SAFE LINE
SAFE LINES CAN CONTAIN UP TO SEVENTY CHARACTERS
SAFE LINES CAN NOT CONTAIN SYMBOLS
SAFE LINES CAN CONTAIN IMAGES
THEY ARE MARKED BY HASHES
DEPENDING ON CONNECTION SAFE LINES BECOME UNSTABLE
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MESSAGE BY PC7/504
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The photo should be clearer now.

It has no timestamp or location attached so I doubt it was taken by the central machine. Do you think someone from the outside could have sent it?
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No, now that I think about it. I may recognize the buildings but the layout and scaffolding make no sense. It's plausible that this was taken sometimes during the first construction but if so, it would have been stamped.
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MESSAGE BY PC7/504
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This image was downloaded to my computer automatically around three minutes ago. The link is to this feed but as far as I can see I'm the only one with access to it. My connection is bad at the moment so you might not get it clearly. Does anyone have any idea where it could have come from?

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Probably the central computer's surveillance system. It looks like it's from out of town though?
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PHR 2/771 EDUCATIONAL VIDEO

Update 4/0▬OT THR█UGH

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Exact time: 03:00
Location must be away from any potential disturbances.
Needed: One vehicle of t▀pe: Car.
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"... Driving through a place I don't know. I was in the backseat. I could not recognize the driver. The driver did not respond to any attempts at communication. The vehicle was moving faster than would be anticipated in given conditions. Temporal setting was between evening and night. Street lights and neon ad▐erts illuminated only rare passersby. I woke up upon attempting physical contact with the driver. The location I woke up on was in front of my residence's (PHR - ▄9a/037) entrance. All residents beside myself have been mi▄sing since. The suicide room has been o▐t of function since. Ni█htt█me was increased by 27 mi▐utes in the two days f▬ll▬wing. My sentence is to be decided by the stand▀▌d document of █CnDc - 01..."
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EMERGENCY CODE A-01 GUIDELINES
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UNTIL WITHDRAWAL OF BLUE NEON:
Keep windows closed.
Avoid all sightlines.
Do not respond to blows at the door.
Try your best to keep entrance locked
Do not attempt leaving under any circumstances.
Residents committing acts of violence are considered disposable.
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THEY ARE NOT FAKE WE HAVE A RESIDENT HERE WHO KNOWS THIS

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▐▀R█E▀ ▌▐▌▐TE  A▄C

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There is no such thing as a question.

I am terrified.